Villainy wears many masks, none of which so dangerous as virtue.

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"I've got to go boys but I'll be back." Roxanne was getting ready even though it was only five thirty in the afternoon. "Rox, You're not leaving us again." Mello asked embracing her from behind, giving her a nip on her cheek. "I've got a job, babe. He's expecting me. But I'll come back." "If you don't I'll hurt you," another nip, "because you belong to us." "Fine, come to my house o.k. tomorrow morning." Mat finally spoke, "Give us a good actor's quote before you go." She smiled wide, "Goodnight, goodnight, parting is such sweet sorrow so I shall say good night till be morrow. Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet." And with that she shut the door and left happier than ever before.

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Easy money
Lying on a bed
Just as well they never see
The hate that's in your head
Don't they know they're making love
To one already dead!

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"Hello, Girard? Could you please inform the Biltmore of my arrival? Oh and pack my bags for a night. Thank you." Roxy smoothed a dark red tendril away from her face while in a Mercedes Benz. She changed this time into a long black gown with a strip of navy and gold brocade. Her thigh-high stockings held up with a garter that had a black buckle. This garter was made especially for women like her in the twenties. It has a pocket to put a small dagger and gun both of which were in it. A dagger was also attached to her tight laced corset made of patent leather a smaller one hidden in the wide silk ribbon around her waist.

"We're here Jocelyn. Hmmm, it's only six thirty," she says boredlike. "Gotta go to concierge." She walks in heels clicking on the floor. "Hello this is Roxanne Sailor." The woman at the front desk nodded. "Yes Miss Sailor, your room on permanent reserve is ready. Your butler has already brought in your things." She looks back down to her paperwork for a minute than goes to get her key then placed the gold metal into the pale hands. "Thanks and if a man comes send him straight up." The young black woman nodded and asked for the next customer. Roxy heads over to the elevator then pushes the button for the sixth floor. She counted the gold plated numbers until she got to room 3456.

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She was known to dress head to toe in black. Her naturally black hear done up with white Dahlias. She was last seen alive at the Biltmore hotel. Little did Elizabeth Short know that was the last time she would ever set foot into a hotel again.

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This room has a history which is why she had it on reserve. This is the room where Elizabeth Short had last been seen alive with her married lover. Yes this is the last room the black Dahlia had lived in but not murdered in. No one knows where that atrocious event happened but five days later her body hacked in two was found. Even now almost seventy years later no one knows who the true killer is. Roxy chose this room for that fact alone.

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Talent does what it can. Genius does what it must. I do what I get paid for.

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She walked in the room. She looked at the clock on the bedstand 6:45 it said. "hmm, One hour fifteen minutes. How can I waste some time 'til then." Then she started to sing the falsetto of her speaking voice rising.

Come on babe, why don't we paint the town? And all that jazz, I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down, and all that jazz! Start the car, I know a whoopie spot, where the gin is cold and the piano's hot! It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl and all that jazz.

She slipped out of the gown and lay in her corset draped across the comforter. She took out an account book.

Skiddoo. And all that jazz. Come on hon we're playin' fast and loose…and all that jazz. Right up here is were I store the juice… and all that jazz. Come on babe we're gonna bunny hop I got some aspirin straight out the shop. In case you shake a heart I want to…do…that…jazz.

Bored she gets up and goes to the computer. (a.n. this is a real site) she types into the url. She clicks on Crime Library. She looks up and down. "HAHA, Kira's not on ." She clicks on historical crimes then Most Notorious. It was here that she saw an article that caught her eye. Ten Myths of Serial Killers by one of here fav true crime writers, she got excited. L picked her for this, for her profiling skills, intelligence, and memory. This fits in the category of profiling. She read this one article for a while. Until she see 7:40 on the side f the screen. '20 more minutes.' She thought briefly before going on to another article. At 7:56 there was a knock on her door. She got up slipping her dagger into her garter. She shifted the eye port.